Poetry in motion

I pass this fountain nearly every morning as the sun breaks above the crest of a nearby peak. After months of good intentions, I finally remembered my camera, and it turned out to be the last day the water was on before winter. Lucky me. Enjoy.

Thanksgiving fête

This was the first time during our marriage that we missed Thanksgiving in America; and so, perhaps in compensation, I agreed to head a Thanksgiving feast at our school, à l'Américain.

We pressed the leaves from our Telavi trip and used them as decoration throughout the canteen.

It was, as one could imagine, a tremendous amount of work. We planned far in advance to order turkeys, cranberrys, and the correct herbs and spices. I selected tried and true recipes, as well as a few newbies. We also spent more than a month teaching harvest and Thanksgiving-themed vocabulary and history to our English classes, to culminate with the big feast.

And it went off beautifully. I was so pleased to be able to introduce American cuisine to the children (& adults) that didn't include hamburgers and pizza.

We arranged to have a US Marine join us from the Embassy. He handed out dessert to the awestruck children. We were also fortunate to have the US Ambassador dine with us.

Family and friends were invited; we served lunch to a full house.

All the Americans associated with the school (a grand total of 4) were in the kitchen the night before and morning of, getting the job done. And thanks to their contribution and the incredible full-time kitchen staff, I think it may have been the best Thanksgiving meal I've ever tasted.

Telavi Fizzle

We wanted to get out--a day trip or bust! The nearby ancient city of Telavi was our destination, but after a late start, pouring rain, massive road construction, no map, a citadel closed for renovations, and a disappointing restaurant, we wondered if we should have yielded to the deterrents after all. The one redeeming factor was probably the winding drive through the mountains.

After the rain passed, the forest was a copper-carpeted wonderland with rich green interludes. The fresh spicy air was rejuvenating as we climbed the wet slopes in search of worthwhile specimens of fall beauty.

School Days

School resumed this year without a hitch. It's been something like a miracle to witness these girls convert to fluid French. I'm not whimsical enough to say it's a dream come true, but if I were, I might put it that way.

And overall we've been very pleased with their school, which also happens to be my place of employment. The cultural atmosphere is diverse, the curriculum is hands-on and includes lots of physical activity, the lunches are healthy and delicious, and the building is bright, modern, and conducive to enlightenment.

And, as a teacher, I have the opportunity to point out all the beauties that the world has to offer . . .

. . . and bring them into the classroom.

The girls patiently wait in my classroom each day after my classes.

We are on this wonderful odyssey of learning together, and it fleshes out a dimension of parenthood and life that I find vastly fulfilling and interesting.

Happy Halloween

Specialists in 5-minute costumes

We pulled these together at the last, but luckily our little vampiress really knows how to get her creep on; she snagged an award for scariest costume (her heart's greatest desire) at the American Halloween shindig we attended.

An explanation is due...

self portrait #1

self portrait #2

self portrait #3

Although I will date this entry in October, apologies (from February) for the four-month hiatus. We've had ongoing technical difficulties that finally resolved themselves yesterday with the arrival of! A new laptop! Life is good.

The Village, part 3

A few odds and ends from a nearly perfect day.

 

The locals (1)

The locals (2)

Rotten apple throwing (1)

 Rotten apple throwing (2)

Temptation

Indulgence

Regret

Labor

 Completion

Contentment

The Village, part 2

Georgians can be incredibly resourceful. They seem to roll with the ebb and flow of supply and demand by making due with what they can when it's available. Case in point: village houses. I didn't see a single house in the village that was constructed of uniform materials. And from what I've seen of the rest of the country, this village is no exception.

DT personally rebuilt this house from the ground up--just added the pitched roof last year. He'd love more than anything to have a month free to spend finishing it off. I thought the lean-to shed was classic, but he can't wait to knock it down.

The acred property was littered with fallen fruit, awaiting harvest.

We wasted no time getting to work.

The girls were in heaven...

...tree climbing heaven.

It was a gorgeous fall day,

cool and sunny,

and the work was social and enjoyable,

with something for everyone.

DT's son gave this tree a vigorous shake and the apples came tumbling down.

We filled at least a dozen bags.

The Village, part 1

Before the Bolshevik Revolution more than half of Georgians still lived in villages, essentially living off the land; but under Communism the smaller less economically viable villages were systematically snuffed out and new industries were developed resulting in a massive migration into the cities. Whereas in America almost everyone you meet is originally from somewhere else, in Tbilisi everyone you meet hails from a village.

The traditions surrounding village culture are strong; on major holidays families return to their home villages where they visit the graves of their kindred dead and stay at the local family-owned property. We were invited on one such pilgrimage in honor of a buried father's birthday.

Sweeping countryside vista as seen from cemetery.

Tradition dictates a table be set up for a graveside feast. DT actually built a permanent table for just such a purpose.

A supra spread: potato pieroshki, choti bread, roasted eggplants wrapped with walnut paste, tomato cucumber salad, Russian-style potato salad, Georgian cheese, and ground beef patties, with (what else?) Georgian mineral water.

Little guy loves the peirogis.

Hosts for the day.

Little guy paid his respects to DT's father.

Beeswax candles honor the dead.

Boiled chesnuts to crack open. Yum.

After the feast we leisurely made our way to the cars and on to DT's village house.